Fantasy

I entered my favorite romance-fantasy novel, which I have read many times. Thanks to the body of a wealthy commoner, I bought the status of a fallen aristocrat, attended a noble family’s gathering and observed the romance of the characters in the original novel. I wanted to return to the real world after witnessing the ending. But somehow, even after the ending, I was not freed from the body I possessed and remained living in the original novel. As a result, I acquired the stories behind the scenes that I refused to comprehend. My favorite sub male lead, Caelus, has died. Living impoverished in the original work without him, I eventually fell ill and died. Now, I wanted to return to reality. However, the irony of fate has returned me to the end of the novel overnight. This is definitely… to save my beloved, right?

“You made me miserable.” My husband, Carlothian, loved the saint of the empire. After the ugly jealousy, what remained was the stigma of cursing the saint. It happened when I gave up everything after so much regret. “So the body I’m possessing is the villainess of the century who cursed the saint?” Oh come on, Not me. A singer who lost their voice in a car accident, ‘I,’ opened my eyes. With a body that could no longer sing, I intended to die just like that. “I won’t let you die.” My husband, who once loved the saint, is acting strange. Why now? I am not Ariadeline who was drowning in love. “What on earth are you thinking?” “I’m thinking of making you love me again.” Unlike my confused self, Carlothian smiled. “You already loved me once.” Since you already loved me once, won’t loving me twice be easier? The teary sound filled the room thickly.

The Hero Andert. A great swordsman who ended the great war by sacrificing himself. One of the rare heroes… But he was actually a woman disguised as her dead younger brother. That was me. But... "Huh?" Did I just come back to life four years after my death? All I had was my body, so there was only one way to survive. Becoming a maid. “You’ve never worked as a maid before this, so what have you been doing all this time?” “Jobless.” “What motivated you to apply for this job?” “Money.” “What kind of mansion would you like to work in?” “A mansion that is so hard to work in and so nasty that we don’t even know if it’ll be cleaned if we both work and die.” “What kind of employer do you want?” “A vicious employer that terrorizes their employees.” That way I won’t get laid off since I’m the only one you can work with. “…” The interviewer looked at me like I was crazy. --- Here, I will start anew. Not as the Hero Andert or my deceased little brother. But as the maid Daisy.

She possessed Daphne, the evil woman who died while obsessing over her fiancée. After all, she drank poison after being informed of the breakup but came back to life. 'I can't give up, let's live first and see what happens!' She urgently concocted an antidote for the pain in her throat and it turned out to be strangely effective? Moreover, it tasted good? After possessing Daphne, she stumbled upon a fantastic business idea. Screw the original and throw it away, she was going to live a comfortable life in a faraway place, but-- "Watch where you're going! Witch, do you have eyes?" "W-Who doesn't have eyes?" Pretending to hate Daphne on the surface, in reality, he liked her more than anyone else. She became a hero after saving two twin cousins from a crisis. "Thank you. As an outsider, I'm truly grateful." "If you don't mind... can you bless our child?" "You should have a proper land to do business." "I've made a rare good choice, so I'll give my blessing as the head of the family." By some twist of fate, even the reserved and awkward family members ended up sobbing, and they managed to mend their strained relationship. Though... "It's strange. When I'm with you, the world doesn't seem so bad." Luciel, the Grand Duke who had become her business partner, was so naive that she worried about his capabilities. "There's delicious food right in front of you, so why do you insist on eating something so bitter?" Wearing a beautiful disguise as if it were nothing and sweetly coaxing me, the Grand Duke, who was frail yet full of charm and kindness, was actually the villain all along.

The time that will bring them together. Guided by the hand of fate, a random letter written under an alias, could its words lead two strangers, unaware of each other’s existence, toward an eternal union? The tale of the knight Evelyn Aldeforch and the youngest of the Everheart family, Kael Everheart, as the journey of their story across the Astarion Empire, is about to begin!

Cha Seo-yeong transmigrated into the novel she had been reading just before her death, landing inside the body of Elphie, a cannon fodder set to die. The original novel revolved around the main character Ariadne, a holy mother type of figure, who captured the attention of two male leads—the Crown Prince and the Northern Duke. Despite all these settings, the novel ended in the death of all characters and the fall of the kingdom. Now, the story begins anew, starting with the awakening in a new body. Seven months remain until the end of the original novel... what choices will Elphie make to survive? This is just another rofan story.

Kael was summoned and slaved by the heroine of the story in a world where the majority are women. With his help alongside other "maniacs", she's going to kill the "Empress of Demons," or at least that's what he thinks. But his goal - get away from them and to survive as much as she can. First Novel - ESL

They dressed me in white as though the color could protect me. As though purity could shield me from a man whose name the world spoke in fear. When I walked down the aisle, my groom stood waiting—tall, unmoving, a figure carved from shadow. A silver mask concealed his face, hiding whatever lay beneath. He never spoke, not when our hands touched, not when the priest asked for vows. The silence between us was not emptiness—it was power. They called him the Silent Groom. To the outside world, he was a figure of dread. Men stepped aside when he entered a room, and women crossed themselves when they heard his name. But behind that mask was something more dangerous than cruelty. He had orchestrated everything. The swift, strange courtship. The wedding no one dared to question. Even the veil I wore was his command—so that in his presence, my face would belong to him alone. The carriage carried me from the cold chapel to his sprawling estate—a gothic manor of towering stone, where shadows clung to the walls like secrets. The rules were simple that his assistant told me: Not to enter his wing. Not to speak to him. Not to appear in front of him or even cross his path. I thought he wanted distance. But I felt his presence everywhere. In the gifts left on my bed—he knew my size, my favorite colors, the things that I had never told a soul. In the way the halls seemed to watch me. In the portraits I found hidden in his forbidden wing… all of me, painted long before we met. I often took his silence for absence. But in this manor, silence was the echo of him, wrapping itself around me. And though he would not touch me, I could feel his claim in every breath. He was the darkness at my back. The vow unspoken but binding. I was his from the moment I stepped into the church. I just didn’t know about it.

The world was no longer as peaceful as it had once been. Monsters roamed everywhere, hunter schools had replaced traditional classes, and dungeon portals were popping up at random! "Alright, everyone," chirped Professor Grish. "Your mission is to clear all the dungeon floors. Train hard! Grow strong! And when you finally reach the top floor…" She paused dramatically. The class fell silent as she pointed at a hologram. An SSS-Class Abomination known as Leviathan appeared. Lev gulped. That's……him.

Princess Thalia’s life ended in fire and betrayal. But for her, death was not the end—it was a second chance. Waking up one year in the past, she is the sole keeper of a horrifying secret: the king, her own father, is about to unleash an apocalypse. To stop him, she must transform herself from the forgotten, useless princess everyone despises into a master of magic and intrigue. Her only hope lies chained in the darkness beneath the palace—a legendary elven warrior, the last of his kind, broken by a centuries-old curse. He is a weapon she must wield, a secret she must protect, and a soul whose fate is inexplicably tied to her own. As they forge a desperate alliance, their combined power awakens ancient magic and a forbidden love that could unite their peoples. But in a world of whispering shadows and monstrous creatures, their bond may be the very thing that triggers the doom they are trying to prevent. For in a battle against fate itself, the price of saving the world may be everything they have come to love. UPDATES: Daily

After being banished with nothing but the clothes on her back from the convent she grew up in, Helena finds a job in an eerie mansion with strange rules that bind her there indefinitely. Still haunted by the ghosts of her past and the scars of trauma, she clings to routine, asking for nothing more than a place to survive the winter. But the mansion is far from ordinary. Despite the servants’ kindness, something about it feels like a coffin frozen in time. Screams echo through the night. The scent of blood lingers in the halls. The lord of the house keeps to himself behind locked doors. But when he appears, drawn by the sound of her piano, he looks at her with something deeper than curiosity. Hunger. As Helena spends her days dawdling in the library, tracing melodies on the old piano, she feels the walls watching her like a beast ready to pounce. Yet Helena doesn’t fear the man they call a monster, or even the threat of being swallowed whole by darkness—what she fears is the awakening of something she’s been trying to bury away before it takes the little peace and freedom she has found. ❧༻༺❁༻༺☙ A low fantasy, gothic story set in an alternative era. A slow-burn, obsessive “who-did-this-to-you” romance wrapped in psychological horror, tender dread, and mature themes of trauma, hunger, and autonomy. For readers who crave stories where broken girls meet dangerous men, and somehow, in the grave between obsession and care, they learn again what it means to feel alive. THIS STORY CONTAINS themes that might be troubling to some readers, including, but not limited to, depictions of and references to childhood abuse, psychological & physical, recollected; emotional manipulation, grief, PTSD, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, attempted sexual assault (past, recollected), death of a character, obsessive behavior, emotional fixation between main characters, blood, gore, torture. Please be mindful of this and other triggers.

They called her a curse. She made it a weapon. ​Alanah is the shadow that protects a town that fears her more than the monsters she slays. Her crimson eyes have branded her an outcast, her only purpose a thankless, bloody duty. But when a brutal betrayal leaves her exiled and alone, she is captured by a society that commands the very dragons she has sworn to destroy. ​Dragged to a hidden sanctuary where monsters are allies and enemies are saviors, Alanah is trapped in a war she never knew existed. To survive, she must unlearn a lifetime of hatred and unravel the lies at the heart of her cursed world... or become the monster they always said she was. UPDATES: Monday

When Myrren Vale is summoned to the royal palace, she expects suspicion. She expects secrets. She does not expect him. In the kingdom of Eirden—where magic hums beneath silk and every smile hides a blade—Myrren serves as a scentcrafter, trained in herbs, toxins, and the silent truths that cling to blood. The court wants her quiet. The crown wants her gone. But Prince Thane… sees her. Golden, gracious, and far too kind for the thorns surrounding his throne, he draws her into the palace’s glittering heart—offering warmth, safety, and something dangerously close to belonging. Yet not all eyes in the palace are kind. The king’s ward, Lord Corven, watches her with unreadable silence—as if her very breath carries a truth he cannot ignore. When nobles begin to die and the scents on their corpses whisper of poisons Myrren once crafted, she realizes the greatest danger is not the court’s corruption, nor the ancient power stirring awake beneath its stones. It is what love makes you blind to.

What if the Legendary Hero of Hyrule ended up being a handmaiden and not a boy from the countryside? How would the story be different if Zelda was not captured or otherwise out of the picture, but instead worked alongside the prophesied hero to save the day? This story is a brand-new adventure that takes place in a unique Hyrule. One filled with sinister plots, new dungeons, a different cast of characters (both good and evil), and novel powers to help our heroes save the world! No knowledge of any previous games is required!

I woke up from my sleep, only to find myself trapped in an apocalyptic game. And of all things, it’s one where the protagonist is a hopeless and worn-out character with no dreams and aspirations who’s driven insane by repeated regressions! I can’t die in a place like this. I must see the ending and return home. To get back to my world, I needed the protagonist’s abilities. Since he’s just a game character anyway… I decided to use him. “I missed you, noona. I really missed you…” “…Why are you saying that all of a sudden? We’ve been together all this time.” “Please don’t throw me away. Okay? Don’t leave me behind. I’ll do better…” But this protagonist’s mental state was far too weak. And using his abilities drained his mental strength even more, making him cling to me even more. I had no choice. It’s not because he’s cute or anything; it’s for the sake of reaching the ending that I’m helping him recover. But instead of getting better… “Why do we need a plan? We’re not escaping anyway.” “Huh? What do you mean by that?” “You’ll stay with me, right? I only need you. Nothing else matters to me.” …Will I be able to return to my original world safely? *** “Think back to some happy memories.” He opened his mouth as if he’d calmed down a little while thinking about that. “Noona, the happiest memory for me was when I first met you.”

For Lyra, the alchemist, a life spent on the run had finally found a fragile pause in the quiet town of Riverwood. Each day offered a hard-won peace she’d almost dared to embrace. But one ink-black night, while toiling in her workshop, that delicate tranquility shattered. Whispers slithered through Riverwood, tales of Shadowveil’s dark influence seeping into places it shouldn't. Reluctantly, Lyra felt the familiar pull of a life she’d desperately tried to outrun, the world of secrets and danger beckoning once more. Driven by a desperate need for answers, she sought the veiled knowledge of the information guild, only to find her path unexpectedly entwined with Noctis, the town’s stoic duke and commander. His demeanor radiated a quiet strength, hinting at both resilience and an unspoken burden. His commands were imbued with a deep-seated protectiveness that subtly enveloped those now under his charge. Alongside Noctis, Lyra journeyed with a disparate group: Finnian, the gentle scholar, whose mind held a treasure trove of forgotten lore, yet whose vast knowledge was shadowed by a personal history etched in quiet melancholy; Liora, the agile healer, whose touch mended grievous wounds but whose compassionate gaze concealed hidden depths and fierce loyalties; and Adrix, the enigmatic magic user, whose potent charm often masked intentions as intricate as the spells he wove. Their objective remained shrouded in secrecy, the air thick with unspoken threats, the recent devastation of Glens Crossing a stark and terrifying testament to the Shadowveil’s destructive power and the perilous stakes of their unknown quest. Amidst the mounting tension of their shared journey and the constant threat of discovery, an unexpected connection ignited between Lyra and a companion. This potential romance was a perilous gamble, a flickering flame that could either illuminate their path against the encroaching shadows or become a blinding distraction.